He Chang woke up early in the morning, went to the greenhouse alone, and found that the vegetables in the 30 greenhouses had grown, and the green seedlings were all growing, with a knowing smile on his face.

Call Wang Fugui and ask him to call those people in the village who have transferred the land out to come to Cai Ying to sign up for care and take care of these lands.

"The first rain of roses and the sun falls, the moonlight embroiders on the water waves, the dream is long and the dream is short, the painting screen is thin and the smoke is worn, and the frost leaf paper is full of love and has not dried......"

He Chang was idle alone, lit a cigarette, hummed a little tune, and went up the mountain.

Suddenly, his mobile phone rang, crisp and pleasant, and it was very beautiful.

The painter Zeng Fan sent a red envelope!

If you don't explain, it's a robbery!

it, grab it!

Danqing Codex, plus the four treasures of the study!

The Danqing Codex in He Chang's hand turned into a streamer of light and burst into his mind, and he directly understood the contents.

As for the four treasures of the study in the hand, the pen is a lake pen, the inkstone is a red silk inkstone, the ink is Hui ink, and the paper is rice paper, all of which are some good things that are old and priceless!

He Chang was looking at the things in his hands, thinking that he was earning a rhythm!

He took a puff of smoke and walked straight towards the mountain.

Not far away, I saw some young men and women, who were gathered around an old man in simple clothes, who was not tall in stature, but full of spirit, and full of silver hair.

"Mr. Huang, your picture of mountain residence is bold and careful, it is really vivid!"

"Mr. Huang, in the wooden house you painted, the woman in red who just went out is so beautiful, I feel like I'm excited!"

"Mr. Huang, your painting is criss-crossed with ink and color, the composition is fresh and beautiful, the picture is smart, fascinating, I don't have to choose, at least sell for three or four million, it's not a problem!"

......

Huang Shi looked around at his group of disciples and said:

"You people are not bad in terms of qualifications and talents, and when you reach my age, you will definitely surpass me and draw better works...... Today, each of you will draw a work here, and I will give you a comment to help you realize your shortcomings and grow faster!"

"Thank you, teacher, I'm starting to conceive and prepare to draw!"

"Eh, I have an idea, I'm going to draw a picture of pounding clothes!"

"I'm going to paint the houses in the village!"

"I'm going to paint the snow-white, peculiar chickens on the mountain!"

......

He Changzai stood in place, stopped for a while, paced to the mountain spring, a flat bluestone, and squatted down.

The inkstone was placed, the ink was poured in, and the ink was ground with an ink strip.

Spread the rice paper on the ground, glanced at the surrounding scenery, had an idea in my heart, calmed my mind, dipped the pen in ink, sprinkled it with water, and painted.

Not long in time, a picture of early morning ten, the weather is sparse, the smoke forest is clear, the peaks are deep, there is a thatched hut in the mountains, flowers are planted in front of the door, vegetables are planted behind the house, and the landscape idyll of tranquility is presented.

He Changzai put the brush on the inkstone, looking at the picture of a man hugging a beautiful woman with a plump body, crisp breasts and half-exposed eyes, and a picture of a man who wanted to refuse and welcome back the quilt on the bed in the window.

The more I watched it, the more I liked it, and I couldn't help laughing out loud, "The fun here is wonderful!"

At this time, some apprentices who were painting in Huangshi not far away were interrupted by He Changzai's laughter, and it had become very difficult to write again.

A woman wearing a skirt with picturesque eyebrows looked at He Changzai and snorted coldly, "It's all to blame this kid, what are you smirking at, it disturbs me, and I can't draw it!"

The people around him spoke one after another.

"This guy is really hateful!"

"He looks like he's holding a piece of paper!"

"It's ridiculous that a mountain village man also deserves a painting!"

"With my identity as an old disciple of Huang, this picture of pounding clothes can be sold for at least three or four thousand, and this kid will be ruined!"

"Let's go, go settle accounts with this kid!"

"I'll go too!"

......

Huang Shi stretched out his hand and stroked his beard, looked at the group of disciples, and said with a smile:

"The fact that you can be interrupted by others proves that you are not committed enough to painting, that you are not focused enough...... Since ancient times, there are many strange people in the mountains and wilderness, let's go, follow me to see the paintings drawn by that little friend!"

The group of disciples felt that what the teacher said made sense, and nodded one after another.

Looking at He Chang, who was about the same age as them, they were all interested, and felt that it was impossible to draw good works under the conditions of the other party.

However, seeing that Huang Lao was very interested, he followed them all.

It didn't take long for the group to walk up to He Chang, who was admiring the painting.

As soon as Huang Shi walked in, he noticed the pen, ink, and inkstone on the ground, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

These things look like they're all old things.

The lake pen is from the Southern Song Dynasty, the red silk inkstone is from the Tang Dynasty, and the Hui ink is from the Qing Dynasty.

A man in a suit and leather shoes and a pair of gold-wire glasses, seeing Huang Lao's eager eyes and looking at the things on the ground, couldn't help asking:

"Teacher, are you interested in this kid's pen, ink, inkstone, and other things on the ground?"

Without waiting for Huang Lao to speak, the picturesque woman beside him looked contemptuous, and said with disdain:

"It's just a mountain villager, what good things can be, I think there are nine times out of ten, and these things on the ground are all picked up from the thrift market!"

The people around me were disturbed from their creation just now, and they had grievances and echoed them.

"I think too, these things look ordinary, no big deal!"

"A vulgar person in the mountains and wilderness, with some worthless gadgets to paint, will not be able to climb the hall of elegance!"

"Look at the rice paper in his hand, it's all old and yellow, and he doesn't have money to play painting, and it's not shabby!"

......

Since ancient times, a good horse is matched with a good saddle, and a sword is matched with a hero.

A painter's favorite in his heart is naturally a set of collections, historical traces, and the four treasures of the ancient study.

Huang Shi was very fond of the pen and ink inkstone on the ground, as well as the paper in He Chang's hand, and scolded the students around him:

"You know a fart, don't say anything else, if I see it well, this piece of paper in this young man's hand is a tribute paper of the Tang Dynasty, who said shabby just now, you dislike shabby, give me one!"

During the Tang Dynasty, it was still a royal tribute paper!

As soon as they heard this, the young men and women were stunned.

They know that the older the rice paper, the more valuable it is.

A piece of rice paper in the Tang Dynasty, as big as He Chang in his hand, is at least tens of thousands to hundreds of thousands of pieces in the circle.

If you add the royal tribute paper, the price will at least double again, which is hundreds of thousands!

The man who said this shabby paper just now had a red face, and he couldn't wait to find a crack in the ground to get into.

Compared with these papers, Huang Shi valued He Changzai's paintings more and asked him:

"Little friend, can you show me the picture you painted?"

"Why not!"

He Chang looked at the old man in front of him with an expectant expression, said indifferently, and slowly unfolded the painting in his hand and presented it in front of him.

The group looked at this pastoral-style landscape painting, and they were all dumbfounded and stunned.